The Wave

exploring the contours of a gentle wave
progressing slowly in the near darkness
its w(eigh)(ai)t almost too much to bear
alongside her now, reaching out
from crest to crest, the lines are traced
like a whisper of a breeze, silently caressed
relenting to its momentum, completely engaged
the wave shifts

she turns to him and examines his face
eyes locked, unblinking, a portal
seeing the unseeable, each drawing the other in
each moment a lifetime as two become one
sharing a singularity of feeling, not giving or taking
lifted to the highest places, weightless
simultaneously holding back and progressing
not wanting to end...as one becomes two

the wave forms again and lines are retraced
Goodnight
the dawn breaks

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